a
poem by
Laurie Aron
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From Earth to Earth
Oaks’ fallen
leaves flake brown tumbling to no finish line feather brown birds
hopping among them silent while song
trills
from dry sticks
sprouting chartreuse while
Piney chips fresh ground sawdust rot to acrid oak-spiked loam cushioning
the fallen bodies assaulting the living for in the end there is no
end and
Lazarus rose from stench to life, no less sweet than before the sweet
rot which greeted him again in time though kind Mary nearly swooned
from the odor of death yet
We must eat even my dog lunges all teeth at the newborn leaves my
little one munches handfuls of rampant onion grass pushing through
oak leaves and
we
will go home to roast some sheep’s lamb with
roasted eggs
and greet the wrinkled grandmas who will eat the babies all up they
are so sweet.
